The spiritual consciousness of the monks in the hemolytic stage was unable to detect the jade slips engraved by the spiritual thoughts of the masters in the alchemy stage. Liu Ziyuan failed to detect the jade slips, but instead activated the early warning talisman sealing the jade slips.
Liu, Du, and Fang hurriedly asked everyone to leave the place. If they were too late, they might encounter the demon cultivator of the Alchemy Stage who came to check.
The cultivators headed south in panic, but it was still too late. In just one stick of incense, a low roar came from the sea, and then the roar got closer and closer, becoming more frequent.
The roars were like orders. On the way to escape, monster beasts emerged from the sea from time to time to stop everyone. Although these monster beasts were only in the blood refining stage or the early stage of hemolysis, they were easily killed by everyone.
But these monster beasts that came one after another finally slowed down everyone.
Finally, after Liu Ziyuan killed a monster crab in the middle stage of hemolysis with an axe, a monk in green clothes appeared on the sea behind everyone.
Eight azure tentacles flew up and down behind the monk in green, as if he was strolling in a courtyard. He just took one step, and the distance between him and everyone was shortened a lot.
Liu Ziyuan's pupils shrank, he looked at the blue tentacles on the back of the monk in green, and said in a cold voice: "The spiritual thought has transformed, it is indeed a real demon cultivator in the elixir forging stage!"
Seeing that everyone was about to be overtaken by the monks in green clothes, Liu Ziyuan shouted: "Set up the formation!" At the same time, he took out a sound transmission magic sword from his storage bag, said a few words, and then fired the magic sword.
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The magic sword flashed in the air, and it was obviously a tool for real people in the elixir-forging stage. The monk in Tsing Yi did not stop it, but came to the formation set up by everyone with interest, and said: "The magic sword from Golden Jiao Island
Did you kill the messenger?"
The huge momentum was pressing towards everyone, and everyone's breath was stagnant. Lu Ping had once faced the pressure of the momentum of Master Xuanjing in the middle stage of Dan Forging. It was much stronger than the monk in green, so he didn't care.
Liu Ziyuan said in a concentrated voice: "Junior and others did kill a few shark monsters."
The monk in green said: "Then the jade slips brought to me by the Lord of Jinjiao Island are also with you?"
Liu Ziyuan knew these things and could not deny them, saying: "Exactly!"
Seeing Liu Ziyuan's straightforward answer, the monk in Tsing Yi said with a "haha" smile: "You are quite brave. Now I have two options for you. One is to return the jade slip to me. I might be happy and give you a few
Take me as a servant and let you and others survive; secondly, you and others use this formation to fight against me. You just sent out the sound transmission magic sword. You should be asking for help. Let's see if you and others can be attacked by me.
, hold on until rescuers arrive.”
Liu Ziyuan didn't even think about it and said: "Juniors and others choose the second option!"
The monk in green clothes still smiled and said: "I know you can't wait to see the coffin without crying!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the monk in green inadvertently waved his hand, and the eight blue tentacles waving behind him suddenly merged into one. The combined tentacles suddenly became longer and hit everyone in the formation.
Liu Ziyuan presided over the formation, and the mana of the fifteen people was gathered under the action of the three-element and five-element formation. Liu Ziyuan's cultivation level at the ninth level of blood dissolution was rising steadily, and his momentum became more and more powerful. He saw blue tentacles coming and smashed his body.
The top-level magic weapon, the mountain-opening ax, used the move "Five-Ding Mountain-Opening", in which five axes were struck at five different parts of the blue tentacle. The momentum was no longer inferior to that of the monk in green.
The monk in Tsing Yi said "Huh". Obviously, the power of this formation was beyond his expectation. However, the monk in Tsing Yi still didn't care. He flicked his blue tentacles flexibly, got rid of the attack of the mountain ax, and moved towards the formation.
He rolled up Hu Lili, obviously finding that the injured Hu Lili was the weakest link in the formation.
The formation quickly changed, Liu Ziyuan stretched out his hand and pointed towards the sea water, and a stream of sea water turned into a water snake and twisted towards the blue tentacles.
The blue tentacles vibrated violently, shattering the water snake into a shower of water. However, after the blue tentacles were blocked, Liu Ziyuan had already commanded the formation to pass the blue tentacles' attack range, and the blue tentacles' attack failed.
The monk in green said "Oh" and said: "It turns out to be the Taoist formation of the True Spirit Sect, the 'Three Yuan Five Elements Formation'. This is quite interesting. If you give that jade slip to me, I will let it go."
How about you wait and leave?"
The monk in Tsing Yi was obviously afraid of the power of the True Spirit Sect and took a step back from his conditions.
Liu Ziyuan said categorically: "Senior, please forgive me, this is absolutely impossible!"
The monk in Tsing Yi's face changed and said: "If you don't drink a toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty. How can I, the real person, not tolerate this formation-breaking method of your True Spirit Sect?"
The monk in green was angry, and the eight blue tentacles behind his back were suddenly covered with a layer of grayish white. While waving, the eight tentacles suddenly lost the power of the previous mountain roar and tsunami.
Liu Ziyuan looked solemn and said: "It is actually the 'Integration of Instruments and Thoughts'. It seems that this demon cultivator has not yet condensed the magic weapon, but the power of 'Integration of Instruments and Thoughts' is not inferior to the power of the magic weapon."
As soon as Liu Ziyuan finished speaking, the eight tentacles danced wildly, striking towards the "Three Yuan Five Elements Formation" from different directions.
Liu Ziyuan slashed horizontally with his mountain ax, blocking two tentacles in a row. The gray-white tentacles were weak and weak. Although the mountain ax was powerful, the tentacles were not damaged at all.
Liu Ziyuan was shocked: Each tentacle is a top-level magic weapon, and eight tentacles are eight top-level magic weapons. Under the unity of Qing Yi's spiritual thoughts, they are equivalent to the power of eight magic weapons.
Liu Ziyuan hurriedly turned to look at the others.
Du and Fang worked together to fight off two tentacles, but were shocked by the strange power on the tentacles. The magic power in their bodies tumbled and almost lost control. The remaining five tentacles were blocked by Yao Yong, Du Feng and others, but three of them were bleeding from the corners of their mouths.
, obviously suffered internal injuries, but none of them moved from their positions, so the injuries were obviously not serious.
Lu Ping's flying wing sword flew, and a huge amount of mana surged into his body. Lu Ping knew that this was the power of the formation, which allowed everyone in the formation to temporarily borrow other people's mana to resist attacks outside the formation.
The flying-wing sword was like two dancing butterflies, flying around a tentacle that was curling towards Hu Lili. The sword light shuttled back and forth, like snow flakes, shining with crystal luster and clinging to the tentacle.
Although this tentacle was extremely flexible, every time the Flying Wing Sword came into contact with it, it would be bounced away. However, hundreds of sword lights struck the tentacle in a row, and finally the tentacle deviated from the target and rolled up empty.
Just when Lu Ping had just repelled a tentacle, he heard several screams behind him. Lu Ping's heart suddenly jumped. When he turned around, he saw Niu Dazhuang, Zheng Jie, Zhang Zicheng and Hu Lili working together to resist the last tentacle.
He was whipped away by the man in green.
Niu Dazhuang and Zhang Zicheng were the first to bear the brunt. Their mouths were full of blood in the air, and the two magical weapons used to resist were also shattered. Zheng Jie and Hu Lili were better off, but the magical weapons were broken, and Hu Lili still had inner armor protection.
The injuries were the least serious.
Seeing that the four of them were about to be caught by the tentacle that was waving over, suddenly, eight tentacles made of seawater rose up from the sea. These eight tentacles entangled themselves with the tentacle that was coming, gray and white.
The tentacles circled and locked, breaking the eight water columns one by one in an instant. However, at this moment, Niu Dazhuang and the other four people had been rescued by Liu Ziyuan and others.
Lu Ping held a crystal bowl and quickly joined Liu Ziyuan and others. The "Three Yuan and Five Elements Formation" had been destroyed and Niu Dazhuang and others were seriously injured. Lu Ping had to form a broken formation with Liu Ziyuan and others.
Lu Ping used the crystal bowl, a top-level magic weapon obtained from Fuhai Gang Yuan Shikong, to attack from the side and behind, but he could only entangle one tentacle for a moment.
Seeing that Lu Ping and others were still resisting in formation, Master Qingyi said contemptuously: "Ignorant of current affairs!" The eight tentacles behind him attacked everyone from different directions, this time with all their strength.
Just as everyone was preparing to fight to the death, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and the eight gray-white tentacles waving over were struck by lightning falling from the sky, shaking like a convulsion.
Master Qingyi exclaimed and stepped back one after another. A burst of blue light flashed on the surface of the eight gray-white tentacles. The convulsing tentacles immediately recovered and danced in front of Master Qingyi, guarding him.
Lu Ping and others planned to fight for their lives, but they didn't know that after a burst of thunder and lightning, a three-foot-long mahogany sword appeared in front of everyone. The tip of the sword flashed with lightning, pointing at the retreating master in Qingyi.
"Who is it?" Master Qingyi asked sharply.
"Huh!" A cold snort came, and a ray of light flashed in front of everyone's eyes. A True Spirit Sect monk in his thirties had already appeared in front of everyone. The Taomu Sword let out a soft groan and hovered happily above the visitor's head.
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Lu Ping and others were overjoyed. The person coming was none other than the real person Yang Xuanmu they had seen on Huangli Island.
"My Excellency, Yang Xuanmu, is a monk from the Xuanmu Mansion of the True Spirit Sect. I guess you are the North Sea Demon Xiuzhangbao Master? You actually attacked the hemolytic stage monks. It seems that you are dismissive of our agreement!" Master Yang Xuanmu asked coldly.
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"Joke!" Master Qingyi said sternly: "It doesn't matter if I kill a few hemolytic cultivators. If you stop me today, I will kill you too!"
Having said that, the eight tentacles behind Master Qingyi have swept towards Master Yang Xuanmu. The eight tentacles are in order, as if forming a formation, surrounding Master Yang Xuanmu in a circle composed of eight tentacles.
Two powerful momentums soared into the sky, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be scared away. Liu Ziyuan shouted: "Get back!"
Lu Ping pulled Hu Lili to his side, and the other injured people were supported by Yao Yong and others and quickly moved away from the area where the two real people were fighting.
Just as everyone retreated a hundred feet away, a deafening roar of spells came from behind. The residual power of the battle spread, completely shaking the coral island where everyone had just rested to collapse below the sea surface. The seawater was pushed by the powerful force, forming a formation of tens of feet.
The huge waves were chasing behind everyone like a tsunami.
Lu Ping and others retreated five miles in a row to avoid the fighting range of the two real people. At this time, there was no trace of the two people on the sea. Only eight huge tentacles were dancing in the sky like whips.
At the same time, there was a ball of lightning flashing continuously in the wild dance of the tentacles.
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